Works of Michael de Montaigne: Comprising His Essays, Journey Into Italy, and Letters, with Notes from All the Commentators, Biographical and Bibliographical Notices, Etc, Volum 3

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1879
 

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Side 302 - Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise. 19 For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness. 20 And again. The Lord knoweth the thoughts of the wise, that they are vain.
Side 305 - There is no man so good, who, were he to submit all his thoughts and actions to the laws, would not deserve hanging ten times in his life...
Side 155 - There is stuff enough in our language, but there is a defect in cutting out: for there is nothing that might not be made out of our terms of hunting and war, which is a fruitful soil to borrow from; and forms of speaking, like herbs, improve and grow stronger by being transplanted.
Side 156 - I can hardly be without Plutarch; he is so universal, and so full, that upon all occasions, and what extravagant subject soever you take in hand, he will still be at your elbow and hold out to you a liberal and not to be exhausted hand of riches and embellishments. It vexes me that he is so exposed to be the spoil of those who are conversant with him: I can scarce cast an eye upon him but I purloin either a leg or a wing.
Side 129 - And all the trulls dismissed, repining went; Yet what she could, she did ; slowly she past, And saw her man, and shut her cell, the last, — Still raging with the fever of desire, Her veins all turgid, and her blood all fire...
Side 157 - but I correct the faults of inadvertence, not those of custom. Do I not talk at the same rate throughout? Do I not represent myself to the life? Tis enough that I have done what I designed; all the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
Side 22 - When Jove, who saw from high, with just disdain, The dead inspired with vital breath again, Struck to the centre, with his flaming dart, The unhappy founder of the godlike art.
Side 95 - Tis there that I am in my kingdom, and there I endeavour to make myself an absolute monarch, and to sequester this one corner from all society, conjugal, filial, and civil; elsewhere I have but verbal authority only, and of a confused essence.
Side 219 - ... and to have them speak as they think; we must fortify and harden our hearing against this tenderness of the ceremonious sound of words. I love a strong and manly familiarity and conversation: a friendship that...
Side 64 - I paint its passage; not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people say, from seven to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute.

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